ᦏ 🐏 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐆𝐑𝐀𝐕𝐄 𓏵 ₊ it's the middle of the medieval era when a knight apart of the princessguard picks up a series of disparitions and murders in the crowlands. requiring further help dean winchester contact his younger brother sam winchester , an apprentice priest who quitted hunting life years ago. the king's daughter find herself entangled in the whole mess , bringing down the veil that was covering her best friend's death.
𝒑𝗮𝗶𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴 ꒰ 𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 ! dean winchester x 𝐫𝐨𝐲𝐚𝐥𝐭𝐲 ! fem ! reader
𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⠀ ⠀ㅤ𓂅⠀ ⠀ㅤㅤalternative universe—medieval ༝ medieval era ༝ folklore ༝ horror ༝ legends & lore ༝ forbidden romance ༝ whump ༝ angst ༝ hurt / comfort ༝ fluff ༝ eventual smut , mention of catholicism ༝ religious beliefs ༝ religious guilt ༝ john winchester ( mentioned lol he’s dead in this verse too ) ༝ smut ༝ suggestive ༝ dead dove : do not eat ༝ gore ༝ body horror ༝ black ! reader ༝ oc - ish reader because of reader’s personal background ༝ original characters ༝ second pairing? ༝ asoiaf inspired stuffs ༝ food porn ( because i’m genuinely obsessed with describing food ) ༝ tw : period typical misogyny ༝ historical inaccuracies ✴︎ 𝒎𝓲𝗻𝗼𝗿𝘀 𝗱𝗼 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗮𝗰𝘁
Soulmate AU- Wild (Lu) x Royalty!Reader
Reader is Gender neutral
Warning's: The king is a piece of shit, kidnapping? (is it kidnapping if u dont fight it to?) :D
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The castle had always been too big.
You’d grown up wandering its endless halls, exploring forgotten corridors that no one else bothered with. There was something hollow about its grandeur, a kind of cold beauty that left you feeling more like a guest than royalty.
The only true warmth in this place came from Puddle.
Your raccoon soul animal had been with you since birth, a constant shadow at your heels. He was trouble incarnate, always sneaking into the kitchens or stealing jewelry from your sister’s vanity, but he was yours. You didn’t know his purpose, but he has always been with you as your comfort in this palace.
“Puddle, where are you going?” you hissed, struggling to keep up as he scurried through the dimly lit halls. You had been on your way to the library, but now your soul animal had other plans. His striped tail flicked mischievously as he darted down a servant’s passage.
You huffed, adjusting your glasses as you tried to keep up with Puddle's quick movements. The raccoon seemed to know exactly where he was going, his tail flicking excitedly as he dashed down yet another passage, far from where you had intended to go.
"Puddle, wait!" you called, but he was already slipping around a corner, disappearing into the shadows.
As you rounded the corner yourself, you realized he was heading straight for the throne room—your father’s forbidden zone. You winced at the thought. Your father had specifically told you not to go near it today. There were important guests visiting, and he was adamant that you not cause any trouble. His words still echoed in your mind: “You are the failure of this family. Stay out of sight. Don’t embarrass us.”
The familiar sting of those words hit you like a punch to the gut. You hated how he treated you, how he made you feel like a burden. But still, Puddles's energy was undeniable.
Your glasses slipped slightly down your nose as you turned another corner, but you quickly pushed them back into place, desperate not to lose sight of the raccoon. If you’d learned anything about Bandit over the years, it was that when he decided something, there was no changing his mind.
And right now, he was intent on dragging you to the throne room.
You rounded the next corner and stopped dead in your tracks.
There, ahead of you, was the entrance to the throne room—massive double doors made of dark, polished wood. Bandit, of course, had already slipped through the slightly ajar crack between them, completely unaware of your hesitation.
Your palms started to sweat, anxiety creeping in. You couldn’t go in there. Your father would—would—be furious if he found you near the throne room while he was hosting guests. But Puddle didn’t seem to care. He was already darting through the shadow of the door, tail flicking mischievously behind him, like he was daring you to follow.
You swallowed hard, the weight of the situation pressing down on you. The thrill of following Puddle had faded, replaced by the sharp sting of guilt and anxiety. Your father had made it clear: Stay out of the way. Don’t cause a scene. It wasn’t like you were a guest in the castle, after all; you were just... someone tolerated. A failure.
But Puddle wasn’t stopping. You could hear his little feet padding on the cold stone floor, his tail flicking. Your breath caught in your throat as you stepped closer to the doors. What if someone saw you? What if he saw you?
But Puddle wasn’t waiting around. You had no choice but to follow.
You crept closer to the doors and hesitated, your stomach flipping with anxiety. You could hear voices from inside, the low murmur of conversation, but you didn’t know who could be there. You dared a glance through the crack in the door.
Inside, you saw them.
A group of 9 travellers stood near the center of the room, their soul animals near them. In front of them was your sister, Princess Zelda. She was talking with them, her voice calm but firm as she addressed the group. You couldn't make out the details of their conversation, but it seemed important.
Puddle, still oblivious to your anxiety, moved further into the room, tail flicking as he bounded toward the group. You were about to call out to him, to stop him before he did something foolish but he darted further into the room, tail flicking mischievously as he wove through the travelers’ legs.
One of the soul animals, a white fox with green marks, took notice of the raccoon and gave chase, only for Puddle to dart away with a triumphant squeak, climbing onto one of the travelers.
You held your breath as Puddle skittered up the traveler’s leg, his claws scraping lightly against the fabric of their tunic. The man, startled, glanced down to see the little troublemaker perched on his shoulder with a playful glint in his eyes. The fox, still darting after him, yipped in frustration, hopping around the group in a futile attempt to catch the elusive raccoon.
Your sister’s gaze shifted toward the commotion. Her eyes landed on you immediately, and her face fell with a mixture of exasperation and concern. "You should not be here," she said quietly, but there was no anger in her voice. Just that same restrained disappointment you had grown so accustomed to.
You flinched slightly, but before you could say anything, the traveler on whom Bandit had decided to settle—a man that looked to be barely taller than you with blond hair in a ponytail, a lot of scar’s and blue eyes—raised a brow and smiled.
"Your Highness, is this your sibling?" he asked, his voice calm but curious. The fox continued to prance around at his feet, watching Bandit closely.
Zelda’s expression softened, though you could still see the flicker of concern in her eyes. She sighed, her gaze briefly drifting toward you before she turned back to the traveler. “Yes,” she said quietly, though there was a subtle hint of reluctance in her voice. “This is my sibling.” Her eyes met yours, and the disappointment was clear, but she didn’t say anything more.
“Puddle,” you muttered under your breath, trying to get him to come down, but he didn’t listen. Instead, he let out another triumphant squeak and nuzzled the traveler’s face like he was a long-lost friend. It was strange—he had never reacted to anyone this way.
He reached up to gently stroke Puddle’s back, his fingers brushing through the soft fur, a fond smile crossing his face. “Quite the little troublemaker,” he said with a grin.
Puddle gave an excited squeak, but before you could respond or even process the growing tension, the white fox suddenly dashed toward you. With a joyful yip, the fox nuzzled your legs, circling around your feet in a playful dance.
“Hey, hey, what are you—?” you stammered, your heart racing as the fox rubbed against your shoes, practically vibrating with excitement.
You took a cautious step back, looking down at the white fox that was still prancing around your feet.. You bent slightly, not sure if you should try to push it away, but its bright green eyes were full of curiosity, and it didn’t seem aggressive in the least.
You glanced at Zelda, who was standing by with a tight expression. She hadn’t said anything more, but you could see the conflict in her gaze. She had always been the composed one, always the perfect royal, and she hated having her family’s mistakes thrown into the open. And now, here you were—doing what you always did best: causing trouble without meaning to.
"I’m sorry," you muttered, reaching down and gently lifting the fox off your feet. It didn’t protest, but it squirmed a bit as you held it in your arms. It licked your hand, its tail wagging furiously.
As if on cue, Your father stormed into the throne room, entering from a side door that many forgot was even there. His boots clattered loudly against the stone floor, echoing through the chamber like a warning bell, and for a moment, everything else fell silent.
He didn’t even look at the travelers as his gaze scanned the room, landing on you almost immediately. You could feel his eyes on you like a searing flame, and you instinctively took a step back, cradling the white fox in your arms, hoping it would somehow shield you from his fury.
"Zelda," your father’s voice was low, dangerous, the kind of tone he used when he was trying to control his temper. "What is this?" His eyes flicked from you to the group of travelers, and then, in a heartbeat, his gaze hardened into a glare. "You," he spat, his fury now focused solely on you.
"Why are you here?" he asked . "Do you have no sense of decorum? You’ve embarrassed us again." His eyes scanned the room, briefly landing on the travelers, who had awkwardly stepped back. "Do you have no shame, barging in uninvited, causing chaos?"
Zelda, standing to the side, finally stepped forward, her voice soft but firm. "Father," she said, her tone pleading. "Please, let’s not—"
"Stay out of this, Zelda," your father snapped, cutting her off with a glare that made her step back. He turned his attention back to you, his eyes burning with frustration. ""You’ve embarrassed us again," he sneered, his voice a low, venomous growl. "Why can’t you just stay out of the way? Can’t you follow simple instructions for once?"
Your breath hitched in your throat. You felt small, insignificant, like nothing more than a burden. You wanted to shrink away, to disappear from his view.
But before you could retreat further, a oice cut through the tension.
"That’s enough."
The traveler that had Puddle on his shoulder stepped up, his relaxed demeanor replaced with something unreadable, his eyes locked onto your father. Bandit let out a small chitter, tail flicking as he adjusted his stance slightly, positioning himself just enough between you and the king to make his intent clear.
Your father’s gaze snapped to him, his lips pressing into a thin line. "Excuse me?"
"You heard me," the blond said, his voice calm but firm. "That’s enough."
Your father bristled, stepping forward as if to loom over him. "This is none of your concern, Hero," he said coldly. "You have no right to interfere in royal matters."
You blinked. Hero? Wasn’t Link the only hero of Hyrule? And as far as you knew, your father had sent him to another kingdom in a diplomatic exchange.
The traveler didn’t flinch. If anything, the weight of your father’s anger didn’t seem to phase him at all. He only tilted his head slightly, unreadable.
"You can call it whatever you want," he said evenly. "But that doesn’t make it right."
Your father’s jaw clenched. The tension in the room was suffocating, thick enough that even Zelda looked uneasy.
"You don’t get to talk to them like that," the blond continued, voice still steady, still maddeningly calm—but beneath it was something sharp.
Your father scoffed. "I will speak to my child however I see fit."
"Then you’ll have to go through me first."
Your father stared at him for a long, tense moment. Then, finally, he exhaled sharply. "I won’t waste my breath on this," he muttered, turning sharply on his heel and striding away.
As the tension in the air finally began to settle, the hero?—who had stood up to your father—turned to you, his expression looking softer than before. "You alright?"
You swallowed, still reeling from everything that had just happened, but managed a small nod.
Before anything else could be said, though, a loud groan filled the hallway.
"Are you insane?!" The one with a blue scarf hissed, stepping forward with an exasperated expression. "That was the King of this era, you dumbass!"
He barely reacted, just raising an unimpressed eyebrow. "And?"
"And—" The one with the wolf belt pinched the bridge of his nose, clearly fighting back the urge to throttle him. "You don’t just talk back to royalty like that!"
"You’re lucky he didn’t have you arrested on the spot" The armored one muttered, dragging a hand down his face, his tone caught somewhere between disbelief and sheer disappointment.
"Well, he didn’t exactly say that," the shortest of the group pointed out, though he didn’t sound any more pleased.
Wolf belt sighed heavily. "Look, I get why you stepped in, but damn it, Wild. There are ways to handle things without making an enemy of the crown."
Wild—so that was his name—crossed his arms, unimpressed. "I don’t regret it."
"You should!" snapped the one with the blue scarf.
"Okay, first of all—" Wild held up his hand. "If he wanted me arrested, he would’ve done it already. Second—" He turned to look at you, eyes softening just a fraction. "I wasn’t just going to stand there and let them treat my soulmate like that."
You blinked.
What?
"What?!"
You stared at Wild, still trying to process what he just said. "Soulmate?" you repeated slowly, unsure if you heard him right.
Wild met your gaze with a soft smile, his eyes gleaming like this was the most obvious thing in the world. "Yeah, soulmate." He gestured to the raccoon on his shoulder, still bouncing around with a happy yip. "Why do you think your raccoon came towards me and my Kasumi ran towards you? We’re connected."
“That’s what Puddle’s for?” you asked, confusion lacing your voice. You had no idea, your father had always forbidden anyone from telling you about why Puddle was with you, and as the years passed, Zelda had followed suit, keeping you in the dark.
Zelda’s eyes shot open in shock, her face drained of all color as she glanced from you to Wild. The tension in the air thickened, and you could feel it—like something heavy hanging over you.
“What?” Zelda hissed, her voice low but filled with that unmistakable edge of fury. Her eyes flashed with an intensity you hadn’t seen in years, not since your mother’s death, and it made your chest tighten.
“Why the hell would you tell them that?” she seethed, moving to stand between you and Wild. “You’ve ruined everything!”
You flinched, taking a step back and instinctively trying to hide behind a nearby pillar. Zelda’s eyes were fixed on Wild, her usually composed demeanor shattered in an instant. What replaced it was something far more dangerous—a cold, biting fury. It felt as though her disappointment had shifted, no longer solely aimed at you, but now focused on him as well.
“Zelda—” you began, but she cut you off, her voice sharp.
“No, you don’t get to speak. Not right now.” She turned towards you, her eyes filled with a storm of emotions, none of which she bothered to hide.
“You—” She gestured toward Wild, then back at you. “This was supposed to happen! And you—” She looked back at you, her voice thick with frustration. “Father told you to stay out of here. Now look at what you’ve done. You ruined everything.”
“Zelda, please—” you tried again, feeling the weight of her anger crash down on you. It wasn’t like her to lose her cool in public. It always happened in private, when it was just the two of you. Never here. Not like this.
But she was past the point of listening. “I tried. I tried to stop you from shaming this family more, and this is how you repay me? By—by finding your soulmate? By making our family look like fool’s?” Her words were laced with a harsh fury now, the kind of tone that made your stomach churn with guilt.
While Zelda was still too focused on ranting at you, Wild took advantage of the distraction, moving with stealth. He shifted quickly, side stepping and placing himself right between you and your sister, the motion fluid and quick.
Before Zelda could react and scream at him, he grabbed your arm, pulling you toward him, making sure you were safely shielded behind his back
Puddle hopped from Wild’s shoulder with ease. The small raccoon curled up instinctively next to Kasumi in your arms, who had remained perched there throughout the whole ordeal.
Zelda’s gaze remained fixed on him, her anger only deepening as she processed the situation. "You think you can just step in and fix everything? This isn’t your problem, Hero," she spat, her voice low and dangerous. "This isn’t your family to protect."
But Wild didn’t flinch. His eyes, steady, held her gaze, unwavering. "I’m not trying to fix your family. I’m trying to protect the one that will be mine," he said softly, almost too calmly for the situation. He gently pulled you further behind him, his eyes flicking back to you for just a moment, a promise of safety.
The traveler with the blue scarf, who’d been watching the exchange with growing exasperation, stepped forward first. “Wild, seriously?” he snapped, his tone half-amused, half-annoyed. “You can’t just insult most of the royal family? Especially not when we are guest’s on their house.”
A scowl rippled across Wild’s face, but he kept you behind him. “I’m not insulting any royal family,” he said coolly. “I’m merely ensuring that no one hurts what’s mine.”
Zelda’s face was a mask of fury. “This isn’t your place!” she hissed, her voice trembling with barely contained rage. “You don’t understand anything about this!”
“Then explain it to me,” Wild said, his voice calm. “Explain why you’re so upset about this, why you’re treating your sibling like they’ve committed some terrible crime.”
Zelda’s breath hitched, and she looked away, her eyes flashing with a mix of anger and something that looked suspiciously like fear. “It’s…it’s complicated,” she stammered, her voice barely a whisper.
"Complicated?" Wild repeated, raising an eyebrow. "Or convenient?"
The armored one, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice low and measured. “Wild, perhaps we should discuss this elsewhere.” He looked at Zelda, his expression unreadable. “Princess, we apologize for the…misunderstanding. We will take our leave.”
Zelda nodded, her expression still tight. “Yes, please do. And…please ensure your companion understands the gravity of his actions.”
Wild didn’t respond, his eyes fixed on Zelda, a silent challenge in his gaze. One of his hands moved, gripping your arm and pulling you closer behind him. "We're not going anywhere until I know they're safe," he said, his voice firm.
The shortest traveler, who had been observing the situation with wide eyes, finally piped up. “Uh, Wild, maybe we should just…go?” He gestured towards the door, his voice laced with a nervous tremor.
Wild's jaw tightened, his eyes flashing with a sudden, decisive glint. "No," he said, his voice low and firm. "We're not leaving. Not without them."
The traveler with the wolf belt groaned, dragging a hand down his face. "Wild, are you serious?"
"They're not safe here," Wild countered, his voice unwavering. "And I'm not leaving them behind."
Zelda’s eyes widened in horror. "Wild, you can’t—"
Before she could finish, Wild moved with a speed that made you gasp. He scooped you up into his arms, holding you securely against his chest, Puddle and Kasumi still nestled in your arms. The white fox gave a happy yip, as if understanding the sudden shift in plans.
A heavy silence fell over the room. The other travelers exchanged glances, expressions ranging from exasperation to outright disbelief.
"Welp," the one with the scarf muttered, throwing his hands up. "Guess we're kidnapping a princess now."
The armored one pinched the bridge of his nose. "Wild, put them down," he said, his voice dangerously close to a growl.
"No," Wild shot back, his grip on you tightening as he took a step toward the door.
The shortest traveler let out a strangled noise. "This is a really, really bad idea," he whispered, though it was clear Wild had stopped listening.
Zelda, who had been frozen in shock, snapped out of it. “Wild, put them down right now!” she thundered, her voice echoing through the grand hall.
Wild didn’t flinch. Instead, he adjusted his hold on you, eyes darting toward the nearest exit. “They’re safer with me,” he said simply, like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“You cannot just steal the princess!” Zelda shouted, stepping forward, her hands clenched into fists.
“I’m not stealing them,” Wild corrected, his voice calm but unyielding. “I’m saving them.”
The tension snapped. Zelda lunged, and in an instant, everything erupted into chaos.
The one with the wolf belt cursed under his breath before stepping in front of Zelda to block her. "Princess Zelda, think for a second! This isn’t helping!"
"Helping? He’s kidnapping my sibling!" she seethed, glaring daggers at Wild.
The blue-scarfed traveler groaned. "Okay, okay! Let’s just—figure this out without royal arrest warrants, please!"
Meanwhile, Wild had already made his decision. With a swift movement, he shifted his grip, holding you closer before making a break for it.
"Wild—!" someone shouted, but he was already moving, dashing toward the nearest hallway with you in his arms.
"Are we seriously doing this?!" the shortest traveler yelped before sighing and running after him. The rest of the group followed, some out of obligation, others out of sheer disbelief that this was happening at all.
“Guards! Stop them!” Zelda shouted.
And just like that, the entire castle exploded into a flurry of movement—guards scrambling, travelers arguing, and Wild running like his life depended on it, all while carrying you in his arms like some dramatic fairytale escape.
Puddle chittered excitedly, nuzzling into you, clearly enjoying the ride. Kasumi, on the other hand, flicked their tail, watching the chaos unfold with lazy amusement.
“Wild, I swear if we get thrown into a dungeon because of you—”
“We won’t,” Wild assured, ducking down a hallway.
“You sound way too confident for someone currently abducting royalty!”
Wild only grinned, adjusting his hold on you as he pushed forward. "It’s only kidnapping if they don’t want to come."
And despite the absolute madness of the situation, you felt the smallest hint of a smile tug at your lips.
This was a bit self indulgent ngl, hope u all liked it
requests and ask's open as awlays
LOVE U PUDDLE, BEST OLDER BROTHER EVER
Also Kas if u see this, hi, a fox is named after u
warnings: mafia!sirius, secret agent!regulus (not related to sirius in this au), prince!james, princess!reader, potter!reader, bodyguard!lily, future prince!remus- when I tell you I want to make this a series sooo badly, I've so many ideas
summary: when your parents go missing and hoards of people are trying to get into the palace to hurt you and your brother, you have no choice but to go and get help from the last person your parents would have you be associated with
There was a vibrant hum in the palace as you walked down the stairs, hearing aggravated groans filled with words that you simply knew they’d have swallowed had you already been in the room. You expected no less in your parents’ absence, everyone wanting to have their say in managing the situation at the gate, nearly hundreds of men and women gathering in angry hoards as they tugged at fencing, threw at windows, and cursed into the air. There were many opinions, always were, however, a queen and her husband missing and leaving her children to command her country while she was indisposed, prompted all the more than usual.
The door to your mother’s office opened from inside, strange faces meeting you as you stepped into the doorway, a silence shivering over the small space as James sighed, almost relived as men backed away from the corner, they’d talked him into, merely bowing their heads in acknowledgment of your presence.
“Ah,” he began and brushed his shirt into place as he nodded towards you. “Little sister, I assume you’ve come to enlighten us on the only right way to handle our little predicament?” he mused, and you knew his tone to have a familiar mix of sincerity yet belittlement to it.
Your brother was an odd creature, unlike either of your parents, unlike you for that matter. Never one for the politics of your home, the weight of your family, much rather cooped up in his room with his paintings, he’d have himself starved yet inspired instead of sitting about the throne dealing with issues of state. He was wise in his personal endeavors, but foolish in his belief that the Potter name held no purpose in his life, despite your shared responsibilities he’d always managed to twist your lives to benefit his own, though admirable for some, it left you plastered in his misfitting shoes.
“Consider the problem already solved,” You began and as if on cue, Lily came stumbling into the room behind you, momentarily stealing the men’s attention before demanding eyes fell back onto you. “Though I’m sure my parents appreciate council being offered so graciously to their children, I can assure you that we are capable of managing our own affairs,” You explained and cleared your throat as you stepped aside, hands folded in front of you as you waited for them to understand your request.
“I think what my sister is far too kindly trying to say, is that our mother fairs well without a bunch of old men telling her what to do and so will we,” James agreed and with a tired shrug he plumped down onto the leather office chair, gesturing the gaping men out of the room with an outstretched hand as he smiled at you. “So, what’re you going to do?” he asked once the room had cleared, assuming you’d miss the way his gaze lingered but a second too long on the woman who hovered at your side, hand resting on her gun halter as she looked at her feet.
“What I always do,” you informed him, allowing an arrogant smile to tilt into your lips, knowing it had no place there yet having no control over it all the same. “Clean up your mess.”
It was not long before you were pulling your coat around your body, ignoring the warnings that Lily was mumbling, a well-known mantra much like the one she’d heard from Regulus when he was training her to be your guard and much like you did to him, you paid the words no mind. You pulled the hood over your head as you reread the map on your phone to guide you in your escape, feet leading you past the staff rooms, through the fire escape that led you right into the hidden gardens where James thought he could smoke in secret.
“Princess, your parents wouldn’t approve of this,” Lily whispered, peering around the lawn as you opened the hidden latch that was made by the very person you were running to see. “Now is not the time to take this risk, not when they’re not here to get you out of trouble.”
“I have no choice, you know that, and they’d know that as well,” you bargained, knowing she had no intentions of making you stay when she followed you out of the gate and to the outside, the shouting and stomping growing louder as the two of you looked around for the car that he’d sent for you.
Not a word more was exchanged on the way from the palace, familiar apprehensive looks shared as the driver kept his eyes on the road, only looking down when his phone chimed with a text from the man in question, you presumed. You were unnervingly accustomed to the entire ordeal, knowing that despite the risk you were taking, the reward would be far greater, worth much more as you considered your choices. Lily was right when she spoke about your parents. You were making your own bed, as they’d taught you to, but they’d never approve of who you were inviting into it. You thought you’d have more time, time to butter them up to what was shaping up to be a yearlong conversation in hope for peace, but you’d never accounted for riots at your front door or death threats with blood stains thrown through your window.
The car eased to a still in front of the cold brick building, a hand on your back guiding you out of the street, away from wondering eyes as you looked back to see if Lily was close behind, the route was no different than before, the unhappy glares and whispered musings of disapproval being of no bother as you waited to be taken to his door.
“Princess,” a voice snarled, and you had no restraint as a frustrated breath left your lips, your mission was brought to a stop as a man stumbled into your way. “It’s been quite a while since we entertained royalty on this side of town,” he noted and you mustered a look of faux surprise, shaking yourself from the grip on your back as you looked him up and down.
“That might be true, but I am not here as royalty.”
“Aye? Who are you here as then?” he persisted and you scoffed, knowing that by the sudden silence that sauntered into the air the man in question was not far from the little scene that’d been formed, disrupting his time.
“My friend,” the thick accent fled through your senses as though it filtered through your veins, his frame begging your gaze to drift to him and it obliged, always did, a teasing smirk on his lips as he looked down at you from atop the stairs. “Does anyone have a problem with that?” he prompted, and it was as though the simple words held piles of threats as the men separated to make room for you to walk.
“Princess,” Lily gave a frustrated scoff as she was stopped at the foot of the stairs. “Be careful,” she insisted before you followed the man of the house to the office that you’d spent many nights hiding from the world, debating a settlement for families only known as foes.
“Sirius,” you sighed, closing the door behind you and smiling when he pushed himself onto the empty desk that sat askew in the corner of the bare room, his eyes trailed slowly over your face, trying his best to decipher why you were there without you saying anything, he had a frustrating habit of doing so quite successfully. “I need a favour,” you breathed after a second that seemed to last forever, squirming slightly under his gaze despite it being far from strange.
“I assumed as much,” he teased, nodding for you to go on as you walked towards him, tugging the hood from your head, fingers moving to ease everything back into place.
“There are people rioting in front of my home, threatening us, promising to kill us,” you began and stilled right at his side, looking down at the city as it lay in the streets, cars pulling up and then pulling away after mere minutes, a notion that you would’ve questioned in the past had you not learned to keep your nose from his business.
“I saw,” he leaned back against the wall to see you again, no doubt missing the smile that dipped into your mouth as he proved without much prompt that he cared at least slightly if you had managed to escape unharmed. “How did you get out?”
“Same way you get in.”
“Clever girl,” he tutted, and you’d have laughed at him if you weren’t to be in his debt in the future. “What exactly do you want me to do, hmm? Riots at the palace seem more like a job for the police, no?”
“They’re wearing your name, Sirius.”
You didn’t know how long you were supposed to pause after that. You were somewhat expecting him to jump to his own defense, half expecting him to accuse you of mistrusting him, yet you knew neither was to happen. Trust was a rather strong word to use for whatever the relationship was that you had. You knew he was true to his word, knew he would not allow you to come to any harm and though your power was much less than his own, you’d try to do the very same for him. Though beyond all of that, you knew that as many troubles lay with your name, there were many that laid with his own. He was a criminal, after all, some of the worst of his kind and you were in his home, begging him to help you when you knew it would earn you heaps of problems in turn. Your mother would have your head, she’d have his too. She didn’t take out his family, his entire line of kin just for you to allow their kind right back into your lives.
“They’re not mine,” he offered, and his hand settled on the table next to yours, tilting his head to see what you were looking at, humming as if to acknowledge your train of thought. “That’s part of our little agreement, is it not? Our little settlement of peace? I may not harm your family as revenge for what your mother did to mine, and you let me make a quick buck off taking out the bad guys the police miss,” he sighed at that, noticing the way you rolled your eyes at his almost mocking tone as he mimicked words that you’d spoken out of serious intents to do good. “Those men are trying to hurt you, Y/n, if they were mine then I’d have them tied and beaten already, you understand that don’t you?”
“Of course, I do,” you sighed, and though you should be very much appalled by his words, you found an odd sense of comfort in his reassurance, smiling with him as he nodded at you.
“Good. Now, do you want me to take care of it for you?” he asked and needed no answer to know that that was exactly what you’d come here for. “I sent men down as soon as you texted me. The gate will be cleared by the time you get home,” he explained and chuckled softly at the shock that sifted onto your face. “You think I’m not the first one to know when you’re in trouble, little bird? Though, I’ll admit, you were very brave coming all the way here, would not have known you were nervous had it not been for those,” he informed you as he pointed to your shaking hands, you’d hoped your grip on the table would’ve hidden it, but it seems you were very wrong, warmth spreading across your cheeks. “You’re shaping up to be quite the leader, you know, your mother would be proud.”
“So would your father.”
“Oh, I would not say that, bowing to a Potter is what he regrets most.”
“I’m sure,” you smiled, looking up to the door when Lily stumbled through it, just like before, the same look on her face as she looked between you and Sirius.
“Your parents were just brought home by Regulus and the rest of the CIA,” she explained, holding the phone out to show you the picture of them arriving at the palace and you had to shake your head at the timing, Sirius’ words being anything but empty as there was not a single soul out on front of the place, barely any evidence left behind of the reason for your visit except for abandoned signs and makeshift weapons.
“I have a new car waiting for you outside,” Sirius announced and shrugged when you looked at him with what any normal person would describe as awe, though you’d never dare to label it as such, merely an appreciation for his capabilities. “I’ll call when you get home.”
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May I request a knight!Zoro and royal!reader AU with 1 and/or 9 (totally up to you if you wanna use both or not) from the fluff prompts? Gosh, idk why but I absolutely love the thought of Zoro being a knight
Sitting beside the infirmary bed, you couldn’t help but pray for Zoro to recover. Being royalty had never been easy, whether when you were a child with your father on the throne, or now, sitting on the throne yourself. You’d always been alone, lacking any real friends. All anybody ever wanted was to be friends with royalty, to be friends with someone with power and wealth. They didn’t want to be friends with you, they didn’t care about you, they only cared about your status. At least, everyone but Zoro had. Zoro, your one saving grace, the one person who cared about you. A green-haired swordsman trained to be your personal knight. The two of you had met before he had ever even become your knight, back when you were just a lonely child, trying not to cry in the palace garden. He’d gotten lost on his way to training, making you laugh when he told you where he was headed, simply because the training grounds were on the complete other side of the palace. As you’d been leading him there, he asked why you’d been so upset. He’d never met you before, never seen a picture, it wasn’t that he was uneducated about the royal family, he just simply didn’t care. He cared about becoming the best knight in the kingdom, not about status or wealth. After that, Zoro seemed to have a knack, not just for getting lost, but also for finding you whenever he got lost. Heading for his quarters after training and he’d find you alone in the courtyard, looking for the knight’s mess hall and you’d run into him in the library, a blush covering his face when he entered your bedroom instead of his master’s study. Even when you made a map, showed him how to use it and had guards place labels on the hallways, he still got lost! It was like he didn’t know left from right some days! Still, he somehow managed to practice enough to become a great knight, one worthy of guarding the royal family. So in order to solve his directional problems, give him a position worthy of his skill, and spend time with your only real friend, you’d asked for him to be assigned to you. And Zoro did, indeed, prove himself to be not only a great knight, but quite possibly the best in the kingdom. The reason why he now lay in the infirmary, the reason why you ignored your duties, the reason why you prayed for him, was because someone had finally bested him, in a sense. His job was to protect you, meaning he couldn’t just focus on his opponents, he had to make sure you were alright as well, a fact that they had taken advantage of. He’d taken the blow for you, a death blow for any lesser man. He’d managed to finish them off, but it had been a serious wound. Your advisors had tried to pull you away from his side, to get you to return to your responsibilities, but you’d refused. You wouldn’t leave his side… you loved him. The thought pulled a sob from your lips, you loved him, you love him so much, you couldn’t lose him.
“Hey, what’re the tears for?” Zoro’s voice croaked, hand reaching up, cupping your cheek as his thumb wiped away tears. The tears only fell faster as you smiled at him. It took all you had not to throw yourself on him, to cling to him.
“You’re okay. You’re awake.” you said through the tears, making the man chuckle.
“Of course I am. You didn’t expect me to die, did you?” Zoro asked, only to have you shake your head.
“I just want to know why you did it? There had to be better ways to save me.” you asked, placing your hand over his.
“You were in danger, I needed to save you. I panicked.” Zoro admitted, making you tilt your head to the side.
“That’s unlike you. You’re always so calm, so well put together.” you stated, confused.
“Couldn’t help it, the one I loved was in danger and I hadn’t said anything yet, I couldn’t live with myself, if I didn’t tell you.” Zoro said, the last part coming out almost as a joke. You stared at him in shock, he loved you?
“Are… are you serious? You… do you realize what you’re saying?” you asked, unsure of what else to say. Zoro only gave you his signature smirk, the one that told you that not only did he know exactly what he was saying but that he was dead serious. You took a deep breath, closing your eyes.
“Truth is that I'm so damn in love with you I don't know what to do with myself and I can’t believe I’m just realizing it now.” you admitted, finally wiping the tears away. Zoro grunted slightly as he sat up, your eyes widening as you leaned forward to push him back down. He was still wounded, he needed to rest. As soon as your hands were placed on his chest and you leaned forward slightly, one of Zoro’s hands was on the back of your head, pulling you into a passionate kiss. A slight gasp escaped your lips, eyes widening momentarily, only to flutter closed as you kissed him back. Slowly, the two of you pulled away, taking a moment to just stare into each other’s eyes and enjoy the moment.
“I love you, Y/n. I won’t let any harm befall you, ever.” Zoro whispered, pressing his forehead against yours, still staring into your eyes.
“And what about you? How am I supposed to live with myself when you get hurt?” you asked with a sad smile, caressing his cheek.
“This didn’t kill me, you think I’m just going to let someone take me away from you?” Zoro challenged, grinning. You couldn’t help but laugh, the young man always seemed to laugh in the face of death.
“I suppose not.” you took a deep breath, simply being in Zoro’s presence, “you should rest, my love. Don’t worry, I’ll stay with you.” you breathed, relief finally washing over you.
“Might help if I knew you were getting some sleep too. You look like you haven’t had a good night's sleep in days, but I don’t want you to leave my side…” Zoro hinted, giving you one of those wicked smiles that told you he was up to no good. Strong arms pulled you into the small infirmary bed, rolling the both of you on your side, a small cry leaving your lips as he pulled you down with him.
“Much better.” Zoro muttered, already dozing off, with you close behind him. The two of you drifted off together, happy to be alive and safe in each other’s arms.
Could you do an arranged marriage au with Supreme Leader Kylo and a princess/royalty reader?
A/N: Thanks for the request! I did this as a head cannon type thing, so I hope you like it! I haven’t written much Supreme Leader Kylo, but I really like this concept. Might turn it into a fic if there’s any interest cause I’m kind into this idea now. Also, I tried to keep the reader pretty gender neutral.
Word Count: 756
Warnings: pretty much sfw unless you squint at the very end, sort of possessive Kylo
After Kylo took over the First Order, he began to realize that being a ruler is a lonely enterprise. Not that he wasn’t alone before, but then it had been out of necessity. Then he was still under Snoke’s control and having anyone even remotely close to him would have been too obvious of a weakness, and very easily exploited.
But now that he’s the one pulling the strings, the Supreme Leader, his throne room feels empty. Even when it's filled with officers--all of the idiots--practically lining up to kiss the ground he walks on, there is something missing.
Kylo knows he needs someone he can trust. Someone who isn’t just trying to better themselves through his favor, someone to counsel him, someone to fill in his cracks (which he is well aware of).
Someone to rule beside him.
So, he starts searching. Obviously he isn’t going to find what he’s looking for anywhere within the First Order itself, but he still needs someone who will be receptive to his ‘cause.’
He commands his advisors to send a message to all Order aligned worlds: the Supreme Leader is accepting potential suitors.
Of course there are hundreds of responses. Being married off to the Supreme Leader is a monumental opportunity, and suddenly the throne room is almost constantly occupied by
For the most part, Kylo is unimpressed.
He has a vision of you already in his head and none of the people parading through his halls could make the cut. But he held out knowing that he’d find you eventually.
You would be intelligent, that’s something Kylo values in a person. And you’d be strong, with enough force of will to challenge him if the need ever arose. You wouldn’t simply say whatever you thought he’d want to hear. Maybe you’d even hate him at first.
He finds that he likes the idea of that.
Likes thinking about how he might twist and break you down. Show you how powerful he is, what he can give you, what you could be if you stayed by his side.
Of course you’d have to be able to look and act the part to rule, but Kylo is more concerned with what’s going on inside your head. Anyone can wear expensive clothes and exchange alluring glances, but thoughts are largely uncontrollable and paint a much fuller picture.
So every time he meets another applicant, he pushes into their minds. Sifts and digs and what he finds is at best uninteresting and at worst bordering on traitorous. And if a few individuals have to be dragged out, bearing the evidence of the Supreme Leader's wrath, well no one dares to breathe a word about it.
Then, you finally walk through his doors.
To anyone else, you would have appeared no different than the hoards of others who had walked the same path to his feet. Your posture straight, head politely cast down, footsteps light as you approached.
But Kylo could feel it the moment you entered--roiling and churning just under the surface--defiance.
You were a member of the royal family on your home world, an offering in return for the protection and prestige of marital ties to the Supreme Leader. And while you presented yourself convincingly as such, he could sense everything left unspoken.
A strength of will that he craved to overpower.
“And what is your name?”
His voice crackles through the mask and echos, but you don’t flinch. Just meet his eyes the best you can and let your name and title reverberate through his chambers, drowning out the remnants of sound before it.
Kylo repeats you, feeling the way it rolls off his tongue and leaves his mouth warm, full, hungry.
He’s already decided then. That you’ll be his.
Some far away corner of his mind thinks softly of how he’d like to be yours as well.
But he has to keep up appearances, can’t give you an inch. Can’t let you know how entranced, enchanted, enraptured you’ve made him.
So he goes through the motions, even goes so far as to let you leave his meeting chamber, before commanding his Knights to detain you and ordering his advisors to contact your planet's representatives.
When Kylo is finally alone, after what seems like an eternity, he allows himself to relax just a bit.
The image of you still burned into his mind, your name still hot on his lips. And he can’t help but think how pretty you’d look, settled on his lap, looking down over his domain.
Imagine being royalty and visiting Beacon Hills, where you meet Stiles.
Anon requested: “can you do a stiles x male reader imagine and have the reader be like royalty”
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So I decided I liked the idea of royalty a lot, so the reader is a fae prince, a changeling to be exact.
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Traveling out of the Wildlands wasn’t something that the Faerie Folk did nowadays. Too much noise and pollution from humans had changed the Earth drastically to the point that trips there were limited to the occasional ‘have the humans died yet’ type of visit. Many of the older Fae were hoping dinosaurs would make a comeback, being dismissive of the newer race of beings.
But then there were the few that were rather taken by the humans. Titania, Leanansidhe, and Puck to name a few. And then there was Oberon. The faerie king has taken a human lover once, and had a child from her. The changeling was orphaned at a young age, and being the son of the king had been taken in to be the prince of the Wildlands.
Y/n was in love with his home in the fae world. It was wild, dangerous, clean, and most of all he wasn’t just ‘that freaky kid with the eyes’ like he was back in the human world (His eyes were an unnaturally bright shade of blue and the pupils were closer to a cat’s eyes than a human’s. It was the supernatural heritage he carried). Sure he had responsibilities as a prince, but they were worth it.
Then there came a day when he was obligated to go with his father back to the human world.
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The silence of the cold winter forest was broken by the sound of a voice.
“So...we’re meeting with...fairies?”
“The Fae are more likely to know about this creature than any other being on this planet. The fact we could convince them to meet with us at all is a miracle.”
“So why am I here?” Alan Deaton sighed at the question. Stiles had asked this at least a hundred times.
“Because Stiles, as a future emissary you might have to do this and I’d rather you learn from observing.” Stiles nodded his head. He was pretty nervous about meeting any fae creatures. His mother had told him stories when he was young and his English class had just finished reading A Midsummer Night’s Dream. Not really the best material to inspire one to talk to the fae.
“Oh. So what do I do?”
“For now, just watch and stay silent. I’ll do all the talking.” Stiles wanted to ask more questions, but Deaton gave him a look that asked him to wait. And then Stiles saw why.
Standing in the middle of the clearing (oddly enough, not covered in frost like the rest of the forest) was a crowned man standing at least seven feet tall. He was tan with pointed ears and wide green eyes that reminded the apprentice emissary of leaves in the summer. Beside him was a young man, maybe around Stiles’ age, with bright blue eyes and y/s/c skin. Pretty handsome in Stiles’ opinion.
“Alan Deaton. I’ve heard many things about you.”
“Hello King Oberon. It’s my honor to be known to one such as yourself.” Holy shit, that was THE king of the summer court. At least that explained why the cold didn’t affect the area.
“Really? Many would take that as a bad thing. Yet you would call me here for what? Idle chat? Pleasantries? No, I believe you want something from me. But who is this young man?” The Summer King directed his attention to Stiles now, eyes alight with curiosity. Deaton spoke up.
“This is my apprentice, Stiles Stilinski.” Stiles gave a small wave.
“I see. This is my son, Prince y/n of the Summer Court.” Y/n gave a small bow to the two humans. Oberon gestured for Deaton to follow him. “Let us discuss matters privately. Y/n, entertain the apprentice.” With that the two adults walked off, leaving Stiles and y/n alone with one another.
“So...a prince?”
“Yes. It happened when my mother died.” Wow, that was a conversation opener.
“I’m sorry.” It sounded lame to Stiles, but what else would you say in that situation? It was the best he could come up with.
“It’s fine. She was pretty sick.”
“Oh.” There was an awkward silence for a few minutes.
“So you’re half human, or...?” Y/n fidgeted his fingers around in his hand.
“I’m a changeling. Half human, half fae.”
“That’s cool.” Awkward silence once again ensued until y/n spoke up.
“So...what do you do around here for fun?”
“There’s a club called the Jungle.”
“I’ve never been to a club.”
“Want to go?” Y/n smiled and nodded eagerly.
“Yes please.” The two boys headed to Stiles’ Jeep, intent on doing something more fun that standing around in the woods.
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Walking out of the club a few hours later, y/n and Stiles were laughing until they ran into Deaton and Oberon. Both adults had disapproval written all over their faces.
“Stiles...” Y/n cut in before Stiles could be lectured.
“It was my fault actually. I insisted that Stiles take me here after you two left. Please don’t be mad.” Oberon looked unconvinced, but didn’t push it.
“Fine. But we are talking about this later. Say goodbye for now y/n.” Y/n gave Stiles a kiss on the cheek and a wide grin before going back to his father’s side.
“Bye Stiles. See you later.” In a rush of warm air the two fae were gone, leaving Stiles alone with Deaton. Stiles was smiling like mad until he caught sight of Deaton’s face.
“I’m in trouble, aren’t I?”
“Yep.”
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